I reach for the sky, yet my feet stay on stone. Born of faith or pride, I stand alone. No leaf, no flame, yet I rise higher What am I, with a name that rhymes with higher?

Hook, line, and sinker. Who is dearly beloved, or often well gloved? That stands before the goal; yet loved, heart and soul. I can be found in a zoo, but not the exhibit. With a pull so strong, I can heartbeat inhibit.

Chocolate, Purple, November, too Kiss it, Set fire to it, Have you ever seen it? Down in Africa? Who will stop it? Here it comes again.

Tourists climb me, yet bare feet hate me.

Look at plans before you start. Make it grow, part by part. Take your time, just be smart The best advice, I can impart.